OOOOOOH! Merry Christmas Eve! Christmas come this time each year. OOOOOH! Well away up north where the year gets more, There's a tale about a prisoner that you've all been told. And a real famous cat often is often read, And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled. It's the Little Saint Nick. Yeah, the Little Saint Nick. Just a little box sled, they call it Old Saint Nick. But she'll walk into the fog and hear the horse feet stick. She's candy after red, hear the steeple open. And Santa is the guest and she's watchin' him. It's the Little Saint Nick. It's the Little Saint Nick. Run, run, reindeer. Run, run, reindeer. Yeah. Run, run, reindeer. Run, run, reindeer. He don't miss no one. And haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed. With a half a dozen deer, with a rooty good lead. He's gotta wear his goggles, cause the snow really flies. And he's cruisin' every land with a little surprise. It's the Little Saint Nick. Yeah, the Little Saint Nick. Oh, Merry Christmas. Christmas comes this time each year. Oh, Merry Christmas. Christmas comes...